WEEK 5 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (5)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (32) survivors At 9 AM, a klaxon alarm begins blaring in every area of the ship. The alarm will continue to go off until everyone has gathered in the conference room. Should anyone be running late or avoiding the trial for whatever reason, a robot guide will appear wherever they are and gently but firmly escort them into the room. Once all the living players are present, the conference room doors will lock shut; anyone who wishes to leave for whatever reason will need to ask AL-2955 or one of the robots. Anyone leaving for non-investigative purposes, such as bathroom breaks, will be accompanied by a robot escort. The large round table in the center of the conference room has been set up to help the trial run as smoothly as possible. Three holographic screens hover above the center hollow of the table, visible from every angle. The first screen displays the pictures and profiles of the suspects and victim; the second displays the autopsy report; the third displays a blank word processor. Each of the chairs comes equipped with a virtual keyboard which can be used to type information directly into the third screen, such as theories and updated information; they can also be set into privacy mode, which will transfer whatever notes someone writes directly into their datapad instead of on screen. There's also a tablet function for those who wish to draw charts or pictures on screen. The keyboards will detect the DNA of whoever's using them and record who's typed what - simply press an area of text and the name of whoever wrote it will pop up. The area to the right of the table has been temporarily sectioned off with a glass partition and sliding door for hygienic issues. Inside, the victim's body has been laid out on a metal autopsy table, covered by a plastic sheet. Above it is a holographic screen that displays a close-up color photograph of the body when it was found. A hand sanitizer dispenser has been considerately attached to the wall nearby for anyone getting up close and personal to the body. To the left of the conference table is a display case. Any evidence found during the investigation will be carefully collected by the robots at some point the previous day and placed here before the trial starts. Beneath each piece of evidence is a small tablet where players can type up information, such as a short description or where it was found. There are also empty areas left over for any evidence that may be found during the trial. The shelf at the very bottom of the case has been reserved for an extra rulebook in case anyone needs it. Food will be served throughout the day by the robots, who will take individual orders whenever you're feeling hungry. The trial will end at 9:00 PM, at which point all players will have been expected to cast their vote.

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Motives

[tevinteriscoming]

Well then, shall we begin? Lie to us all about what your item is, and why you would under no circumstances kill for it. We may as well get that portion over with before we move on to the wild accusations.

[isodope]

Ok, but what if you're positive your item is a fucking lie?

[tevinteriscoming]

Please, elaborate. We've no way to prove you wrong either way, but it's something, at least.

[isodope]

Fair enough. I got nothing to hide in this.

[Hancock takes a look around the table, and then taps a finger on one of the glass cases. Inside it is a white and orange cassette of some sort. On it is a label: "Coordinates to Malcolm."]

Supposedly, this holotape has coordinates that will lead me to my brother. Who I am pretty certain is fucking dead.

[muties]

... are you not aware you're a zombie?

[ or whatever hancock is HE LOOKS UNDEAD THO ]

[isodope]

Are you not aware that I'm not a zombie?

[tevinteriscoming]

[...Thanks, Roxy. Thanks for taking one for the team.]

[bloodteller]

Please leave Mr. Hancock alone. I think he is doing his best.

[ obviously this is heckling? obviously? ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Well, you know how these things are. It never says anywhere the coordinates will lead you to someone living.

...I suppose that was in poor taste.

[isodope]

[He just laughs a little.]

Yeah, right! I get the coordinates, follow them, and lookie lookie, here's my brother's corpse! All nice and rotten by now. It's kinda complicated, but he was abducted a long time ago and right from under my nose. Or at least, when I still had one.

[probings]

It's a pretty pointless question if you're branding us liars before we've figured out anything, isn't it? Cheeky, but not very cute, you know.

[she's just thoroughly unamused by this situation in general, honestly. but she'll comply either way.]

Apparently, someone thinks I'd be willing to kill over blueprints I designed. It's not really well-thought, though. Sure, they're important because it would be kind of a pain to start over, but I have all the specs memorized anyway. I could just remake them in my own time if I really have to. A waste of time, but not worth taking a life for.

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, come now. I'm always at least a little cute.

I'm not assuming you're lying; it's more that the killer will almost certainly lie, so it isn't as though we can take anything on face value, can we? What are they blueprints for?

[probings]

I dunno about that, asking us to lie off the bat isn't too cute... even if the mustache is still okay.

[naturally, she has her priorities in order.]

For weapons I was designing for the war we're fighting back where I come from. Unique swords that are pre-tty capable.

[tevinteriscoming]

It's more than okay, but I'll take it.

If it's for a war, wouldn't a set back have potentially dire consequences? Even the time it takes for you to prepare new blueprints might be too long a delay.

[mnasthai]

Mine is a type of magical energy, I wouldn't know what to do with it. [ That probably sounds weird, but his is a blue orb.]

[tevinteriscoming]

Can you elaborate at all? What sort of magical energy?

[mnasthai]

I can try, but I don't honestly know that much about it myself. Most magic relies on the basic energy of the user, aside from healing magic which varies slightly. This energy is finite and can only be shaped in certain ways, and used for certain spells. For example, my friend Celica is one of the only mages who can use healing magic because of this principle.

The Azure is said to be capable of turning into any kind of energy you need it to be, in addition to it being powerful. You could probably use it to power artifacts or in alchemy as well, aside from its magical uses.

[tevinteriscoming]

You do realize that sounds extraordinarily powerful.

[qundercover]

You know I was joking about killing for that painting, right? I mean, maybe if it was sitting in some Red Templar stronghold and I had to smash a guy to get to it, but pretty sure I can get one back home for a better price.

[tevinteriscoming]

Fasta vass. Believe you me, if I thought you had actually dragged us into this mess for that hideous thing, I would kill you myself.

[qundercover]

[DON'T INSULT HER.]

I'd still kill for her, just saying I wouldn't murder some girl with a weapon I don't know shit about and throw her in a "pool" for it. Don't call her hideous.

[tevinteriscoming]

If you tried to ride a dragon wearing metal small clothes you would give yourself a grievous injury. I hope you understand that.

[He'll call her hideous if he wants to!!]

What exactly was she killed with, one of those guns? Can you even operate one of those things with those big meaty claws of yours? This is absurd.

[isodope]

It's pretty damn gorgeous. Wouldn't blame you for offing someone for it.

[qundercover]

See, this guy gets it again.

For being an undead demon, you're an alright guy. Don't say that lightly.

[isodope]

You're alright yourself, for a giant bull mutant.